[Tori Knix]
Smoke gelato
Know that I'm tryna go win me the lotto
Expensive bottles
Packing a blunt like I’m making a taco
Live in a cycle
Want a collab but you know we don't like you
I'm probably too prideful
I’m getting high no closing my eyes
How you think your bitch better than mine but she look exactly like Caroline?
Say it's a sign but she way too gullible
Bitch, I ain't a Gemini
If there really was smoke you know where I'm at
Dick in her throat and I let her go
Fish on a pole
Yeah yeah
Plenty of hoes
Oops, fish in the sea
She letting go
Ima move on
(Poof)
Turning to stone
(Duece) tucked in the hip I could blow
(Truth) making me take a lil' soul
No middle man like a quote
Talking some beef I'm stoked
Ask me what I want I want that overgrown
I'm smoking just to keep a level head
Trojan hitting different bitches witness it's a flex
I go crazy I need 620 in cash
Moving moving moving, Imma blow hit the deck
I’m smoking just to keep a level head
Trojan hitting different bitches witness it’s a flex
I go crazy I need 620 in cash
Moving moving moving, Imma blow hit the deck

[YRN S4MMY]
Uh
That pussy good like candy
I'm talking oowie not slimy
Only the real ones understand me
I’m a little n***a but don't try me
I'mma get rich, win a Grammy
I sip dirty sprite not no brandy
Told lil shawty to pull down her panties
Fucked her once now she callin me daddy

Gelato and candy, I'm stuffing the wood
I came with plenty, my bag is full
All of my ladies, they know what’s good
I'm stepping on n***as, just like I should
And I ain't even gon' flex now, 'cause n***as gon' start to get insecure
Don't call me average, my n***a I'm better
You don't want smoke, you don't want all that pressure
Most of these people change up like the weather
Me and my n***as we all stick together
Don't give a rats ass if it ain't 'bout no cheddar
I'm schooling these n***as just like a professor

[Tori Knix]
I'm smoking just to keep a level head
Trojan hitting different bitches witness it's a flex
I go crazy I need 620 in cash
Moving moving moving, Imma blow hit the deck
I'm smoking just to keep a level head
Trojan hitting different bitches witness it's a flex
I go crazy I need 620 in cash
Moving moving moving, Imma blow hit the deck

[Vic Apollo]
Ay, ay, ay
I got sixty stacked up in some rubber bands
Need a money counter, I can't count this with my hands
She get sweet and sour that's my lil' sugar thing
Bitch I might get up, start flexing like I'm Bane

Bitch, I might get up aye
You might get shut up aye
Posted in the hood 'cause my n***as they fucked up aye
Smoking all these blunts yeah my young n***as slumped up aye
Keep talking that shit lil' n***a might get shot up
They ain't show me love
Candy in my blunt
Not many you could trust
Not many you could trust

Feelings in my gut telling me I'm stuck
Think I fell in lust, why this feel like drugs?
Feelings in my gut telling me I'm stuck
Think I fell in lust, why this feel like drugs?

[Tori Knix]
I'm smoking just to keep a level head
Trojan hitting different bitches witness it's a flex
I go crazy I need 620 in cash
Moving moving moving, Imma blow hit the deck
I'm smoking just to keep a level head
Trojan hitting different bitches witness it's a flex
I go crazy I need 620 in cash
Moving moving moving, Imma blow hit the deck